LipstickLady

Cream cheese on a spoon. It comes in so many yummy flavors.

Yes!!!

This was totally me. I only saw myself as fat when I caught a glimpse of myself in a shop window unexpectedly, or if I was in the FRONT row of a group photo. Otherwise, I just thought I was kinda chunky. When I hit goal, I would walk through the stores looking at different women and ask my kids, "Is my butt as big as hers? As small as hers? Am I fatter than her? Am I about her size?". Once I went so far as to stand next to a random stranger at Target, pretending to look for something on the shelf. I made my kids take a picture of us because she was the size I wanted to be and I wanted to see how close I was. Talk about creeper!

Yup.

It's me!!!!! Would it be appropriate to fill this container up with "clam juice"? Coke Zero and whiskey would be more realistic.

Saving for future use.

It's me!!!!!

And this.

I'll just leave this here.

You will fly like the greatest angel. I have no doubt.

Those ARE good.

I'm a Bloody Maria kind of girl. Extra spicy and made with jalapeno tequila. Ole'!

This is not correct. The sleeve if done properly cannot stretch. I forget the name of it but the stretchy part of your stomach is removed Fundus.

I used to drink wine. I can't now because it is too acidic and gives me horrific heartburn. I do like a vodka/diet cranberry or diet pomegranate or a whiskey with Coke Zero. Now that it's summer, though? I love a cold beer or three. Sometimes the carbonation is uncomfortable, sometimes it is not. I do have a much better time of it if I pour it in a glass to allow some of the bubbles to some to a head. My doctor cautioned against alcohol for two reasons. First, it's empty calories. Second, people tend to eat more with less inhibition when they are intoxicated -- and usually not making good, healthy choices. Good thing about beer for me? After even one, I can't eat for at least an hour. I'm totally full. Two, I won't eat for several hours. Three, I won't eat for the rest of the day. A bonus? I burp like a sailor and it's quite awesome.

No. Nope. No. Air in any form does not stretch the sleeve.

So this is my controlling nature kicking in... I bought one of those ginormous pill things that only people who are 793 years old use. You know, it has compartments for every hour of every day of the week? I rationed out my pills in it so I took them in the correct order and it kept me on track completely. That, alone,too a huge amount of stress off my back. I also bought a costco pack of small 4oz. Dixie cups and I lined them up on the counter, 16 in total for 64 oz of Fluid. My goal was to finish one every 30 minutes. If I was going out, I carried a Water bottle of fluid and put the corresponding number of cups away after I finished that bottle. Organization and taking control of the situation manages mental chaos.

You should be able to eat anything BUT if there is a food or three you can't? You won't miss them. I used to love rice, Pasta, ice cream, soft bread. Now those foods make me feel nauseated and shakey if I eat more than a bite or two. I no longer want them. Most of us have a drinking story, right? In high school, senior beach week, I drank so much peach schnapps, I puked for two days. Now I can't smell it without wanting to vomit. It's just like that, but better.

So, you're just sitting there watching TV with the family and your wife spews out, "You cheated because you had the gastric sleeve". Really? Just like that? I acknowledge that what she said was hurtful and spiteful. Not well done by her. BUT Even a pancake has two sides. What preempted her saying such a thing???? Were you having an argument? Were you having a discussion about weight loss and something was said that hit a nerve with her? I'm having a difficult time finding the connection between just watching TV with the family and your wife deliberately demeaning you----in front of the family. What really happened, Friend? @ At first I was wondering what in the world you were talking about but then I saw that post. Yeah, that response was, uhm... Yeah.

You ate 1800 calories a day your first three months post op?

I actually have to say that I agree with her. I "cheated", too. I cheated today when I drove to the store instead of walking. I cheated when I bought chicken and ground beef instead of raising and slaughtering my own animals. I cheat when I use the washing machine, dishwasher, vacuum, toilet. I screwed the pooch when I had drugs administered for the birth of both my kids and my gall bladder surgery. I cheated when I had brain surgery instead of willing my lemon sized brain tumor away. I'm a cheater. No shame in my game. Cuz I'm hot, too.

I was told 45 minutes after but my sleeve rejects liquids for about an hour after eating. If I take in more than a sip, everything comes back up. EVERYTHING.

Twenty-five pounds in a week? Hmmm... That's almost physically impossible (unless you are Micheal Phelps) as you would have to burn an average of 12.500 calories a day more than you are consuming. I am sure your surgeon is much more qualified to help you and advise you than anyone here in such an extreme situation. Best wishes.